To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.